Wall Flower
Thursday, April 29th, 2010A view outside your window wouldn’t hurt a bit,
Painting a smile towards your uncertain face;
Your blank stares serve as a wonderful treat,
A hapless disregard reserved in a warmer place…
Pay attention as if you are hearing everything,
There’s no harm in giving back a cold glance;
Feel a presence as if there’s really something,
Across a desolate room waiting to be in trance…
The happiness in your eyes, his drama,
The warmth around you, his isolation;
A moment with you, his ideal diorama,
A cold shoulder on him, his expectation…
While rainbow colors go across your classic tale,
His walls treated with the deepest shade of pale…
